“Don't forget about our senior prom when he ditched our class princess just to dance the first song with Tracy.”
Reminiscing about all that, Tracy laughed so hard that she was nearly in tears, chiming in with extra details, completely caught up in the nostalgia.
Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and excitement. Under the soft lights, she looked radiant, like a flower in full bloom.
Then someone said, “Why don’t we play house again, like we used to?”
Harry raised his glass. “Great idea.”
Everyone cheered, except me.
And just like that, the game began.
Harry pulled out a ring, got down on one knee in front of Tracy, and said, “Ms. Tracy Kain, will you marry me?”
For a second, the room went silent.
Then it exploded with screams, laughter, and whistles.
Contrary to them, I was frozen still as I watched my wife smile sweetly at another man and say, “I do.”
She even held out her left hand and let him slip the ring on her ring finger, outshining the diamond wedding ring I had given her.
And in that moment, I heard something inside me shatter.
As such, I stood up, causing the chair to scrape loudly against the floor.
With that noise, everyone turned to look at me, even Tracy, with their faces still lit with laughter.
“I’ll head out first. You all enjoy the rest of your night,” I said.
My voice sounded calm, surprising even me.
Frowning, Tracy asked, “What’s wrong, Louie?”
Louie's POV
I didn’t answer her. Instead, I grabbed my coat and walked out of the room without looking back.
Behind me, I heard a few awkward coughs, followed by someone who deliberately raised their voice while saying, “Forget him. Let’s keep playing!”
The night air was sharp and cold as I stood on the curb, waiting for a taxi.
Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Tracy.
[Don’t ruin the night, okay? It was just a game.]
Even after reading that, I didn’t reply.
When I got home, I searched for a divorce agreement template online, printed it out, and signed my name at the bottom. Then I placed it right on the coffee table in plain sight.
After that, I sat on the couch, chain-smoking in silence.
It was almost 1 a.m. when Tracy finally came home.
She kicked off her heels, reeking of alcohol, and muttered, “You’re still—”
But then, she trailed off when she saw the papers.
“What is this?” she asked, then grabbed the sheets, and her eyes widened. “A divorce agreement? Louie, have you lost your mind?”